The Distant Summer
The glass pane in the window of the study did not shatter; it merely ceased to be a barrier, dissolving into a fine, crystalline mist that drifted through the air like the snow that had not yet fallen. Julian Vane stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling not from the cold that crept in from the unheated hallway, but from the sudden, violent clarity of his own insignificance. He had...
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